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Her lips were suddenly kissed. Her pupils shrank sharply as her hands instinctively pushed against his chest in an instinctive struggle.
But the alcohol hit her hard. Her whole body was as limp as wet noodles.
The lack of air made her even dizzier. She could feel herself being lifted, her legs wrapping involuntarily around someone’s waist.
The feeling was so surreal that she couldn’t quite tell if it was a dream or reality.
The man’s aggressiveness was overwhelming, like repressed emotions suddenly erupting like a beast unleashed.
Amelia had nowhere to hide. She couldn’t even escape this scary situation.
Her nape was gripped tightly, forcing her chin upward. The lack of oxygen was suffocating, and she passed out again.
She woke up with a start, only to find herself still in the same private room. The setup remained unchanged, but an hour had passed.
Rubbing her temples, Amelia helplessly laughed at herself. In that past hour, did she really dream about something so absurd in her drunken state? Was she just too deprived of male affection?
Everyone said she’d been chasing Nolan for years, but he had always disliked her, and no other man seemed to have entered her life before.
At her age, craving intimacy from men was normal. There was no need to feel ashamed.
She sighed, feeling unbearably dry.
When Amelia tried to stand up again, she nearly collapsed. Her whole body felt weak, as if she had just recovered from a severe lack of oxygen.
She frowned and held onto the chair, steadying herself for a long while.
When she finally stepped out of the room, she realized the entire floor was empty, as if it had been cleared
out on purpose.
She entered the lift, yawning as she leaned against the wall. For some reason, she just felt extremely tired, so tired that she could faint.
By the time she got downstairs, it was already 9:00 pm.
She wanted to hail a cab home, but was surprised to see Dylan’s car still parked outside. Thinking about the awkward scene an hour ago, she didn’t dare go near the vehicle.
Just as she backed away, she heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling–and Carrie’s voice.
“Amelia, you’re like a bad penny! How do I always run into you everywhere I go? You’re such bad luck!”
Amelia suddenly recalled that Carrie had mentioned having dinner with Dylan tonight. Could it have been at this very hotel too?
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It seemed Dylan had gone straight to meet Carrie in another private room after his business dinner
She didn’t dare look at Dylan, nor did she want to provoke Carrie. So, she backed away several more steps
Carric stared at her face for a few seconds before lashing out.
“You slut! Are you seeing another man? I knew it! That’s why you were so desperate for my brother to post that stuff on his social media. Turns out you’ve already latched onto someone else, huh?”
Amelia frowned. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Carrie took a deep breath and sneered coldly, “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. Stop pretending! Fooling around with someone in a place like this? Aren’t you afraid of being caught? You’re shameless!”
Amelia couldn’t be bothered to argue, but she also didn’t dare just walk away because Dylan was there.
After ranting, Carrie quickly jogged to catch up with Dylan.
“Dylan, didn’t I say she’s indecent? She’s not the kind of woman we want to marry into the Hale family. Nolan and Milly’s wedding is coming up. What gift should I bring?”
Watching the two of them leave, Amelia felt a tight discomfort in her chest. What bothered her more was her lips. It felt weirdly sore and prickly. Too bad there was no mirror around. She couldn’t see what was
wrong.
She sighed where she stood, wishing she could just collapse and sleep there. Just as she took a step, she heard Lily’s voice.
“Amelia?”
“Lily?”
Amelia looked like she’d seen her saviour. “I think I’m having an allergic reaction to alcohol. Can you please. take me home? My lips are killing me.”
Lily had just gotten off work. She was very hardworking and held multiple jobs.
She gave a small smile. “How careless of you. I’ve never seen you allergic to alcohol before.”
Despite saying those words, she reached out to steady Amelia’s arm. Only then did Amelia feel somewhat reassured. Once in the car, she leaned to the side, still feeling sick to her stomach.
Lily stared at her deeply, saying nothing for a long time.
Amelia noticed the car hadn’t moved. She rubbed her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Lily shook her head. “It’s nothing. Your allergy seems pretty serious.”
At this point, Amelia was truly exhausted. Under the influence of alcohol, she was drowsy to the point that she could hardly make out Lily’s words.
The car stopped at her place. Lily helped her out of the car. But after a few steps, they saw Nolan waiting
outside.
Cigarette butts littered the ground around his feet. He knew Lily, though not very well.
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Lily greeted him politely. “Mr. Nolan.”
Nolan furrowed his brows, seeing Amelia in a drunken state. “She’s drunk?”
“Yeah.”
He immediately threw away his cigarette and quickly walked over.
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